Three rules. How hard could it be to follow, right? But a relationship isn't a checklist, and a human heart isn't a rulebook. It's a game of proximity, a test of will, and an inevitable crash course in what happens when desire collides with the things we're told we can't have. He's a mystery behind a closed door, and I'm a moth drawn to the flame, convincing myself that a little singe won't hurt.

Johan Chalawit - the campus heartthrob, the notorious playboy, and the richest of them all. He has everything - looks that stop hearts, money that bends the world, and power that makes people kneel. But even a man who has everything doesn't always get what he truly desires. Johan would tear down empires, crush mountains, and set forests ablaze for him... But the cruel twist of fate? He belongs to someone else. North Natchanan - charming, goofy, and hardworking. He came from a modest life, built everything with his own hands, and was loved by everyone who met him. But the one he loved the most? His girlfriend. To her, he gave his heart fully, fearlessly. He was hers. He came too late. Time had already chosen its path. And North - vibrant, untouchable North - was never his to begin with. But love doesn't ask for permission, and Johan... Johan would carry his heart, quietly, eternally, even if it was never held in return

The heavy door clicked shut, the sound echoing in the sudden silence of the grand room. North was gone. Johan stood frozen, the harsh words still ringing in his ears, a cruel symphony of rejection. "I never wanted this marriage... I will never love you... My heart belongs to someone else... to me, you're nothing." Each phrase was a fresh stab, twisting in the wound of his already aching heart. He'd known, deep down. He'd seen the way North's eyes never quite met his, the subtle flinches, the distant politeness that felt colder than outright hostility. But to hear it articulated so starkly, so brutally, stripped away any lingering illusions. This wasn't a misunderstanding or a temporary dislike. This was an absolute, unequivocal declaration of no love, no future, no hope. The lavish room, meant to be a symbol of their new life, now felt like a gilded cage. Every opulent detail, from the heavy drapes to the intricate carvings on the mantelpiece, seemed to mock his one-sided devotion. He was a husband in name, but in North's eyes, he was less than a stranger-a nothing

Johan, a driven third-year medical student, is deeply committed to his studies and dreams of becoming a surgeon despite being born in a wealthy family. His disciplined life leaves little room for distractions, but beneath his composed exterior lies a man searching for balance and companionship. North, on the other hand, is a second-year electrical engineering student with a creative mind, optimistic, kind and an easygoing personality. His world revolves around innovation and problem-solving, but he often feels like his only purpose was to make the people around him happy. Their paths cross during a friends bonding in a cafe, where Johan's meticulous nature clashes with North's free-spirited approach. Despite their differences, an undeniable spark forms between them. What begins as strangers banter evolves into something unexpected just because of a single encounter at the bar.

Johan is a centuries-old vampire, feared and solitary, marked by the loss of the only love he ever had: a young shaman killed centuries ago. But his soul promised to return. In the present day, Johan reunites with North, a pediatric resident with a lotus mark on his shoulder and strange dreams of fire and blood. Even without memories, North carries the soul of the one Johan loved. And Johan is willing to do anything to protect him. Loving North is his curse... and his redemption. Because some loves don't die. They are reborn, thirsty, obsessive, and eternal. Disclaimer: English is not my first language, so there might be some grammar or spelling mistakes. There is no intention to disrespect, harm, or misrepresent any of the characters or the actors who portray them.

Some of Rain's classmates don't understand why someone as annoying as him can catch the eye of someone as amazing as P-Phayu. The God of the architecture faculty can definitely do better. Not wanting to be a bother to anyone, Rain decides to keep quiet. But things go from bad to worse quickly. _____________ This started out as a one-shot idea but soon got a life of its own. I'm not entirely happy about it but I've spent too much time on it to just leave it on my computer. English is not my first language so if there are any mistakes, please let me know. The story takes place a little bit after people find out about Phayu/Rain but before Sky's past is revealed.

A wealthy businessman, widowed three years ago. Cold, controlled, emotionally distant. Lives in a mansion that feels more like a museum of memories. His world revolves around his son-yet he doesn't know how to be present.

North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao are four boys stitched together by shared pain-broken homes, emotional scars, and the quiet understanding that no one was coming to save them. Fresh out of high school and desperate for freedom, they run south, chasing distance from their pasts and a paycheck big enough to buy them a future. Their refuge? A luxurious golf-and-beach resort where survival comes in the form of tips, overtime, and biting sarcasm. Enter the Dragon Heirs. Johan, Hill, Arthit, and Tonfah-infamous, obscenely rich, and untouchable. The heirs to the country's most powerful empire are worshipped and feared in equal measure. Resort staff whisper about them like urban legends: rude, ruthless, and dangerously cruel. Everyone avoids them. Everyone-except four broke, traumatized boys who desperately need tuition money. Unlike the rest, North and his friends couldn't care less about family empires or terrifying reputations. To them, the Dragon Heirs aren't monsters-they're walking ATMs. Whether it's enduring verbal abuse as caddies, driving them around like unpaid therapists, serving drinks while being flirted with and insulted in the same breath, or simply standing there looking pretty enough to earn a tip, they take it all with a forced smile and a sharp tongue. Fear doesn't pay for college-but sarcasm might. When a runaway, problematic gang collides with four spoiled, power-drunk young masters, chaos is inevitable. Insults turn into banter. Power plays turn into lingering looks. Somewhere between arguments, accidental confessions, and very inappropriate tension, something dangerous starts to bloom. Is it just chaos? Or is it romance-loud, messy, ridiculous romance-threatening to ruin all of them in the best way possible?

A Fourever You AU | Guide-Verse Romance Eight hearts. Four bonds. One spark they never meant to ignite. Johan, Hill, Fah, and Thit were once SS-ranked Espers - the strongest psychic warriors of Shin Academy, heroes on the battlefield, legends off it. But after years of fighting monsters, they vanished into the corporate world... alone. Untouchable. Unbonded. Enter the Jiew Gang - North, Ter, Phoon, and Dao - newly hired interns with guide-class abilities so weak they were barely registered. No one expected anything from them. Especially not the Shin Gang. But a single accidental touch reawakens a power none of them were ready for: Guiding. Bonding. Marking. Falling. What starts with awkward hand-holding and psychic slips turns into something deeper - and far more dangerous. As monster attacks return and the world questions their every move, all eight must decide: Is this still just about control? Or has it always been about love? **The personalities and characters are different to original novels and series**

Jo won over North's mom and almost everyone. But there is still someone whom he hasnt met and it won't be an easy feat.